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Elisabeth’s Arrival

Posted on 20 Aug 2017 in Compositions, Motherhood, Photos, Reflections | 7 comments

Elisabeth’s Birth Story I only had time for one pre-natal appointment with my Chiang Mai OB before giving birth to Elise. At the appointment my doctor echoed the words of my Myanmar OB and mentioned that I was measuring small and that the baby seemed small. I wasn’t overly concerned, as they said the same […]

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The Advent of Magdalena Lily

Posted on 08 Sep 2015 in Compositions, Motherhood, Photos, Reflections | 14 comments

 photo credit: John Shaw Last August, Jim and I went hiking in eastern Washington, on a route through a stunning area called the Enchantment Lakes. (It is breathtaking—just take a look here.) Due to the popularity of this particular hiking route, you had to either obtain an overnight pass to hike the Enchantments over a […]

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A Blossom in Hand

Posted on 31 Jul 2015 in Compositions, Motherhood | 8 comments

31 July 2015 Dear little baby, You’ve been in utero over 37 weeks now. Two nights ago, I started to experience some unusual muscle twinges, as if my body was going through a quick dress rehearsal—or perhaps a cold reading is more accurate, as it was so mild—for the upcoming task of ushering you into […]

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Some Things Weren’t Meant to Be Flat

Posted on 08 Jul 2015 in Life Overseas, Motherhood, Reflections | 6 comments

Dear little one, Here in Yangon, they call you ka-lei-lei (“kalei” means child, and the extra “lei” means small, or baby). I ate so much watermelon when I first got here that the locals said you must be a boy. Someone saw me eating a whole avocado and asserted that you were going to be […]

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He Gives Rest

Posted on 27 Jun 2015 in Life Overseas, Motherhood, Reflections | 4 comments

  This city is an exhausting place. I say this with no ill will. I am fond of Yangon and would miss it if we had to relocate. I enjoy the diversity of faces, the confounding (yet amusing) tetris grid that is the traffic system, the sounds and smells of food hawkers, the old buses, […]

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